Sketch #5

rooftop

The rooftop was scary. But not scarier than the people in the floor below. 

She couldn't take it anymore. She didn't want to be the monster that her family were. 

But it was scary to face them all day long, and then, hope not to be like them in the end of the day.

She was thirteen, for Christ sake! 

She shouldn't even be there. Sold by her family. Why? Was she so disgusting? Was she so weird that they couldn't stay with her? 
Living and working to William was how they managed her? Making her go away was the solution? How could they? How could they left behind their youngest daughter? Now she has forced to invade others minds and talk to them, made them do things. Why? 
Then she had to call Flora sister, but Flora wasn't her sister, she was like a general, teaching her how to kill faster, how to get what they want. 
But what did they want? What?!
She look down. It was the third floor, but if she fall right, she would end the pain. Forever. And she wouldn't be the monster they were trying to create. 
"Are you going to kill ourself?", Flora asked behind her, "Do it"
Do it. 
Those words. Do it. Do it. Do it.
She would be ecstatic. 
"I am waiting. Or should I call the others?"
"Why?", she asked. 
Why it couldn't be one person to stop her. Why?!
"What you do it's only a different verson of what I do. So, we don't need you."
Facts. Flora was perfect when it comes to facts. That son of a...!
"Thanks a lot.", she said, ignoring her. 
So, no one mind that she would kill herself. Well, when she do it, she would take Flora with her.